I stumbled upon Jacob Bailey, aged 59 years and five months when he died in 1879, buried at land’s end in a tiny coastal Maine graveyard, in the path of the sea breeze and the offshore lobstering mens’ shouts.
by Jann Alexander ©2014 Lobstering Trio
In the harbor beyond the cemetery, a trio of anchored lobster boats bobbed as they’ve always done, their captains lobstering the way they’ve always done it, since before Bailey was born.
BAILEY by Jann Alexander ©2014
Martha A., Wife by Jann Alexander ©2014
Overgrown by Life by Jann Alexander ©2014-
Surrounding his grave, silent relics from the past tilted and leaned away from the sea, as though pushed aside by the tirade of yearly nor’easters.
by Jann Alexander ©2014 All Business on the Water
But on the water, it was business as usual for an orange-clad lobsterman, with nary a nod towards the past—even as it presented itself like a mirror image.
I’m frequently shooting things from the past. You’ll find more in my Time Travels, HERE. Enjoyed this? Please share:
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As publisher of my creative work, I find my ideas in exploring and recording life's details—just as I've done in writing my historical novel, Dust, and its predecessor, A Habit of Hiding.
My photography focus is the scenic gumbo that is my Vanishing Austin series, and the many other thematic photography collections I've created. In my paintings, I capture the colors of the American southwest and Mexico. For my blog on creativity, Pairings, I explore Texas and beyond, and sometimes indulge in time travel.
I bring it together at JannAlexander.com, where my art meets tech.
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July 14, 2014
Art + Life, Art + Photo, Art + Travel, Time Travels
graveyards, lobstering, Maine travel, photography, photos of coastal Maine, postaday, relics, time travel, Weekly Photo Challenge
What a neat perspective, and thoughts on those in the grave, but able to still “see and hear” those who continue in the trade. The photos are lovely.
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Thanks Angeline, really nice to hear your thoughts. Graveyards always stir my imagination. How about you?